The Jie Yin Master listened intently to the Daoist's words and couldn't help frowning inside, silently cursing, "Old fox!" Yet his face remained utterly unchanged. "Master Qi has asked this question more than once. I've already stated clearly that the young man from Han suddenly attacked and secretly killed my grandson during the Xutian Hall ceremony. That's precisely why I insist on capturing him alive and extracting his soul and spirit." With a stern expression, the Jie Yin Master said coldly. "Hah! When you first arrived two years ago, I fully believed you. But now, after so many years have passed, you've neglected even your own Xuan Yin Island, staying here constantly, and have not even taken the time to attend to the great battles on the other side of your alliance. If your sole motivation is to avenge your grandson, do you think I would believe that?" The Daoist shook his head slightly, unconvinced. "Moreover, over the past two years, besides your sudden visit to our island, the Wanfa Sect has quietly sent a senior monk named Xuanji." In addition, at least two or three other Yuan-Stage disciples of unknown identity have also changed their appearances and quietly entered the waters around our island. How has our Qiyuan Island, once so unremarkable, come to attract such a large number of high-level cultivators? It wasn't until just two days ago that I received definite word that these individuals, just like Brother Wu, are also seeking the Han disciple known for his pest-control skills. Brother Wu, don't tell me these fellow cultivators are also harboring a grudge against Sun, seeking vengeance for his death! Qi surname Daoist spoke with a determined tone, fixing Brother Wu with a steady, half-smiling gaze. Inside, Jiji's heart stirred with alarm, his expression growing cold, and he fell silent. "Brother Wu, why continue to hide this matter in vain? Regardless of any great secrets the Han youth may hold—now that so many of us are aware of this matter, adding or removing one more name makes no difference. If Brother Wu is willing to openly share the details, it might even prove advantageous!" Moreover, in this sea region, besides the disciple of the Daoist appearing as a bug demon, there are now other cultivators impersonating him at various places—clearly attempting to stir up confusion. The Daoist seemed to have sensed the wavering in Ji Yin's mind and calmly continued to persuade him. "Hmph! Since Qi Brother has already learned so much, why doesn't he himself uncover the underlying mystery? What need is there for him to ask me again?" Master Ji Yin finally replied with an unkind tone. "I believe, even if Brother Wu is unwilling to reveal the truth, I shall be able to unravel the entire matter within another half-year. But by then, the knowledge of this matter will no longer be confined to our Biyun Sect alone. I don't wish to see such a situation arise. If that's the case, perhaps it would be better to collaborate with you right now." The Daoist of the Qi surname revealed his intentions without any concealment. After hearing this, Master Ji Yin's expression remained uncertain and fluctuated for a long time. After pausing and thinking deeply, he finally sighed, with a wry smile of compromise to the Taoist: "Cough! It's not that I deliberately intended to deceive. At the time, to prevent this secret from leaking out, I and several of my fellow Taoist friends each made solemn vows—binding our heart demons—to never reveal this matter to anyone outside. However, since the Xuanji of the Wanfa Sect has come all the way here to track us, no matter how much Wan Tianming has disclosed, the very fact of his revelations has already, to some extent, broken our vows. Now, I have nothing left to hesitate about." "That makes perfect sense. Wu, you truly value these vows, don't you? Qi, on the other hand, has never paid much attention to such formalities. If the heart demons were truly so effective, wouldn't most of us practitioners of offshoot traditions and magical arts have already perished?" Hearing this, the Taoist was delighted and clapped his hands in hearty laughter. "Although I myself don't particularly care about heart demons, if this secret becomes known to too many people, I fear we may not even be able to drink a single sip of the remaining broth." The Ji Then, with a sudden turn of his face and a slight movement of his lips, his voice began to rise. Master Qi, the Daoist, at first thought the elder master's caution rather ordinary. But after hearing only a few sentences, his face suddenly changed, and bright surprise flashed in his eyes. "Is every word you've said true? Has the thing truly come into being?" The Daoist was filled with excitement, his voice slightly trembling. "Wouldn't you agree that, had it not been for this treasure, so many Yuan-Ying stage cultivators would never have gathered here?" the elder master asked calmly. "Indeed! It seems Brother Wu's account is accurate! Brother Wu has concealed this matter so well—this thing has been visible for so long, yet no word of it has reached the outside world. I must truly admire that. However, if you had informed me earlier, I would have sent more people to investigate. Perhaps we could have found that young man much sooner." The Daoist expressed his joy, yet his tone carried a hint of mild complaint. "You speak so lightly," the elder master replied. "Can something of this importance be casually revealed?" "If it weren't for my own sense that this matter has been kept concealed for so long, others might have already spilled some details, and Wu would certainly not have been so reluctant to speak now. The fewer people who know, the better." The Master of Extreme Yin spoke with evident irritation. "Wu's point is well taken! If it were me who found out about this, I'd certainly not want to share the treasure with anyone else." The Taoist nodded, agreeing without the slightest concern. "Still, it seems now that the news can't be held much longer. Eventually, the public will surely hear of the treasure's emergence." The Master of Extreme Yin drew a faint breath, his face showing a touch of reluctance. "Ah! Wu should know well that there's never been a wall that doesn't eventually leak. Then, I shall be off. I'll immediately dispatch more people and aim to locate this person before anyone else does." The Taoist offered a brief reassurance before rising to depart, his expression subtly aglow with excitement. Master Ji Yin made no further attempts to detain him. After a bow, he watched the Daoist step out of the room and vanish. Master Ji Yin then settled back into his chair, motionless in body, yet a subtle cold smile played upon his face. It seemed that once "interest" became the driving force, the other party immediately grew just as eager and active—more so than himself. Indeed, the decision to inform them of the matter concerning the Virtual Sky Cauldron had been a sound one. Yet where was the young Han Li? He had no idea where the boy had gone, and still could not trace his whereabouts at all. Had it not been for the fact that Han Li had previously eliminated several cultivators from the Biyun Sect, Master Ji Yin had almost believed the other party had executed a classic "golden cicada shedding its shell" maneuver—having moved on to another beast-island altogether. Now, time was of the essence, and he could only rely on the local forces of the Biyun Sect, taking things one step at a time. After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Master Ji Yin exhaled deeply, and the room fell into quiet stillness. ...On a certain stretch of sea, a young man dressed in green robes, ordinary in appearance, stared coldly at several lower-ranked cultivators who now looked pale and shaken. Above his head, however, a vast swarm of golden and silver insects buzzed incessantly. "Insect Demon," one of the middle-aged cultivators gasped, identifying the young man's identity. Upon hearing this, the young man chuckled dryly, then, without further words, pointed at the four before him. Instantly, the insect swarm roared and surged forth in a deluge, sweeping over them. Though the lower-ranked cultivators desperately defended themselves with their protective spiritual artifacts, they were soon completely overwhelmed by the insects. Within moments, the four vanished entirely, leaving no trace. "With such cultivation, they expect to fight to the end—what a lack of self-awareness!" the young man remarked, calmly gathering each of the fallen cultivators' storage bags. Then, without much thought, he glanced casually in one direction and dissolved into a streak of green light, vanishing from the scene. After half an hour, a sudden flash of white light appeared somewhere in the sky, revealing a young white-faced cultivator at the initial stage of Jin Dan. His face was deeply troubled. Gazing in the direction where the young man had vanished, he clenched his teeth, stomped his foot fiercely, and then sped off in the opposite direction. Therefore, Han Li did not immediately deploy his six- or seven-tiered immortal elixir pills, but instead retrieved a batch of five-tiered immortal elixir pills and placed them beside the ground. Based on his estimation, although his innate talent in pill-making was ordinary, his mastery of the art had already approached that of a master, not far behind. Indeed, no one had ever been so generous in using such a large number of immortal elixir pills for practice and refinement. The essence of pill-making lay primarily in experience and dexterity. Thus, he decided to first practice with the five-tiered pills, to see whether he could truly achieve a breakthrough in his craft. With this intention, Han Li looked at the cauldron before him, extended his hand, and as he did so, a five-tiered immortal elixir pill automatically flew into the cauldron, while the lid of the cauldron shifted open on its own.